the other side like London city traffic Make boiler room cash and act as if I'm Ben Affleck Commercial? Underground? Get this through your head people; Commercials plastic, underground
how we're turning out? This is how pimps get pimped, And players get played, Rich people get robbed, And broke niggas get payed. New York, London,
again She's on her way again through London town Where she keeps a tangerine, flicks through a magazine Until it's time to leave her dreams on the underground
been in and out all areas And all you true hip-hop fans, you know the Ak's takin care of ya Slap your ass with real rap I keep it underground, like subways
to Spain From Lambeth walk to London, Ontario We'd like love to run away When it looks like rain From sunset strip to Waterloo underground The stars
fell? Towers of London When they had built you Victoria's gem found in somebody's hell Towers of London Towers of London Towers of London Towers of London
at 11:30, she's at my door" Intro: Check it out party people in the house we wanna set the party off right Right about now, with the hottest underground
I was waiting for a cross-town train In the London underground when it struck me That I've been waiting since birth to find a love That would look and
Ich erinnere mich noch genau daran, Mann, wir warn' von Anfang an wie besessen, werd' es nie vergessen '92-That's real underground, Rap Nation, gesetzt
turnin out [Immortal Technique] Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and players get played Rich people get robbed and, broke niggaz paid New York, London
home at 11:30, she's at my door" Intro: Check it out party people in the house we wanna set the party off right right about now, with the hottest underground
Summer on the underground There's so much sweat a man could drown There's panic on the overland Yeah, London Bridge is falling down Yeah, yeah, yeah,
then Every now and then You know I see London, I see Sam's Town Holds my hand and lets my hair down Rolls that world right off my shoulder I see London
em off, till his cap blasting off fuck that, cuz these niggas aint fuckin with me cuz i dont listen to the immortal tech of the nique and all this underground
Never been to london, never been to france Never was sorry never learned to dance Never walked down to 42nd street and frairs Never smoked any filtered
One of these days you'll get away from London town Causing chaos and delay on the underground I'll read your letter as I pass away the time Stuck in a
tempo's slow, but with the whipped cream (MIA, yo, London, yeh, a pound) It's all for show, so come when I call Ride with an underground king Bun B bumpin